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{For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A Psalm by Asaph. A song.} We give thanks to you, God. We give thanks, for your Name is near. Men tell about your wondrous works.
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When I choose the appointed time, I will judge blamelessly.
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The earth and all its inhabitants quake. I firmly hold its pillars. Selah.
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I said to the arrogant, "Don't boast!" I said to the wicked, "Don't lift up the horn.
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Don't lift up your horn on high. Don't speak with a stiff neck."
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For neither from the east, nor from the west, nor yet from the south, comes exaltation.
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But God is the judge. He puts down one, and lifts up another.
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For in the hand of Yahweh there is a cup, full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours it out. Indeed the wicked of the earth drink and drink it to its very dregs.
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But I will declare this forever: I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.
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I will cut off all the horns of the wicked, but the horns of the righteous shall be lifted up.
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